Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.